Author's Note: Hello! This is my first fanfiction. This will be a Mello/OC story. Most of the ones I've read are really good, but haven't updated since 2011 so I thought I'd write my own! I'm really curious to see what you think of it. Please review! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own (a) Death Note.
Love, Play On
Chapter 1
Linda dipped her brush into the water and watched as the colors ripple to the edge of the cup. Whammy's house was eerily quiet. There were no sounds of movement outside. No footsteps of the children or her peers that reside in the orphanage. No philosophical or academic debates to eavesdrop. Linda wondered if she should hum to break the silence.
That's when she heard it. It was so soft, she thought it was her mind playing tricks on her. It can't be. From what Linda can recall, her mind was perfectly healthy. Then she heard it again. A swift pop, becoming louder, more urgent. Someone was knocking on the door.
That's weird, she thought. Linda rarely gets visitors and if she does, they're never this aggressive. Perhaps it was her roommate wanting to be let in. But that's impossible because Sylvia is here in the room with her.
Black hair and petite, she laid napping on the twin bed opposite of Linda's. Her soft snores uninterrupted by the persistent knocking.
Linda sets her paintbrush down, walking away from her easel to answer the door. She is greeted by an 8-bit instrumental soundtrack and a loud "Shit" coming from a certain redhead.
"What do you want Matt?" she said crossing her arms before looking at the goggle wearing boy.
"Came by to warn ya. Well, to warn Sylvia."
"What are you talking about?"
"Have you forgotten what today is Linda?"
She thought for a moment. Today was Friday. The twentieth of June, 2002. The temperature was seventy degrees with a slight chance of rain. And oh god today Roger releases the ranking list.
Matt grins seeing her reaction. "You're wel-"
Linda slams the door, cutting him off. She strides quickly to her friend's bed.
"Sylvia, get up."
Sylvia swats the air before returning to her sleeping position. Linda nudges her several times before she finally wakes.
"What is it?"
"You have to get out of here."
"Why? I live here" she says. She grabs her pillow and places it above her head.
"It's Mello."
That was all she needed to hear. Sylvia shot up like a lit firework. Grabbing her jacket, she stumbles heading for the door while putting on her left shoe at the same time.
No I better go out the window. He's going to expect me to go out the front. Unless he knows that I know he's going to expect me there. Meaning I should use the front door. But he's two steps ahead of me. Whatever. I'm going out the window.
Sylvia climbs out of the window, her feet landing softly on the ground. She chuckles, relieved to see that no one is there. She walks a couple of steps searching for a place to hide but an arm grabs her, turning her around.
"Just as I predicted."
Mello's eyes narrowed at her as he takes a bite of chocolate. He tried not to smirk when she twitched from the snap of the chocolate.
"M-Mello" She hated showing weakness in front of him, knowing that he'd tease her about it. She clenched her fists, darting her brown eyes left and right to find a way to escape from him.
"Ranks were posted today. Just thought, as a friend, I'd come by and compare with you."
He's angry, she can tell. His shoulders were tense as he stood towering over her. How Sylvia wished for the rain to come so that his blonde hair would stop glinting in the sun.
"I h-haven't seen my test scores yet. I'll just go and check now. Thanks Mello" Sylvia tries to run, but Mello grabs her wrist.
"No need. I'll tell you. Right. Now. You got a ninety-nine."
"It's just a number. I'm sure you did better than me."
At that Mello's grip tightened and Sylvia let out a whimper.
"For someone who did better than me, you sure are making a lot of mistakes."
He pushed her into the wall. Sylvia tried hard not to grimace at the pain.
"You and Near are in this together. Aren't you? You think I wouldn't figure it out? I'm not as dumb as you think I am."
"I didn't say you were," she whispered.
"Shut up!"
Sylvia complies, resigning herself to stare at him. She hated that despite his rage, she still thought he was handsome. The way his blonde hair contoured his face, and how his dark clothes clung to his sinewy body. She loved the paradox that was Mello. How he was light and dark. An angel and a devil.
"I don't care if you're a girl. I'm going to beat Near and if that means beating you to get there, so be it." He says. He throws his chocolate wrapper on the floor, crushing it with his leather boot before walking away.